Warning: degradation, rough, slight s&m
"Awsten?" I called out as I heard the door open. I was laid on the couch, typing away on my laptop for work, when I heard the door slam hard and heavy feet.
"Yeah?" He asked from the kitchen annoyed. Awsten and I had been together for a few years now, and I knew exactly what his meant. Something shitty happened and now he's angry. But, I have to deal with it. When he came into the living room I could see a tired look on his face and his sleeves wrinkled and bunched up where he had been grabbing them out of anger.
"You had a photo shoot, right?" Whenever he had these moments I was always so careful, yet curious.
"It was a fucking joke." He plopped down on the couch with me and sighed. At least his anger wasn't towards me. "Y/N, how many people did you date before me?"
"Two, what makes you ask?" Awsten knew about those two boyfriends and knew all about them too. Their names, when we dated, how long, why it ended, same with his exes. That's our relationship, we tell each other everything.
"How come the photographer knew exactly who you were? As soon as I came in and he heard me say your first name alone, he was ready to talk about you guys? Why'd you lie to me?" His tone was stressed and overall shaky and unstable.
"I never lied, who even was the photographer?" At this point I was genuinely confused, I really did tell Awsten the truth.
"He said you guys went to high school together, it was like Will Richards or something." My eyes widened and I remembered that name. All I could do was laugh.
"I promise, we never dated. He had a fucking crush on me and I turned him down. He was too pushy." I snickered to myself and Awsten rolled his eyes.
"He went off on a detailed tangent about you." Awsten huffed out his words I sighed. "I highly doubt you never had anything."
"If you want to believe that go ahead, tell yourself that Will made me moan like no other, that he's a better fuck than you or something. You're so hung up on the idea anyway." I snapped and got up, but before I could get far there was a hand on my wrist and I was thrown back on the couch. When I glanced up Awsten had hunger in his eyes, mixed with pure anger. I could feel myself getting slightly wet at the mere feeling he was radiating.
"Shut the fuck up." Awsten basically growled and I couldn't help but to bite my lip, making him smirk. His hands went to my over-sized tee I had on and he ripped it off quickly, leaving me in just my underwear. "Baby, I'm going to make you scream my name."
"Please, I want you" I whined and he laughed. His hand flew behind my back and unclipped my bra, his hands gripping my tits roughly and laughing a little while I moaned out loudly. Soon, his hands were rubbing over my now soaked panties, and he smiled up at me as he pressed my heat even harder. He was teasing like crazy and I hated him for it.
"You're soaking, fucking whore. But you're mine, okay? No one else's slut, although I'm not sure you've followed that rule." He muttered to me and I threw my head back in pure want, feeling overwhelmed. His hands gripped my hips and he pulled me up roughly, grabbing a tight grip on my wrists. It hurt almost, but it also turned me on a little. He led me to our room where he quickly threw me onto the bed.
Once I was on the bed he was on top of me, my wrists pinned above my head and him kissing me deeply. He pulled away and started to hastily unbutton his shirt, his frustration growing obvious. Giggling a little at his impatience, I leaned up and started to help him a little. After the shirt was off I undid his belt and grinned up at him as I pulled his pants, along with his boxers, down. His dick sprung free and I could see the veins sticking out along his shaft from how hard he was. His tip was glistening with pre-cum and I went to grab for it.
